The peace was never going to last...
I picked hubby up at lunchtime today. I arrived at the club just as they were getting off the bus. Most were still very drunk and even more were trying to drink their way through hangovers *giggles* Apparently, there were a few sick boys on the way home and anyone who dared fell asleep on the bus had really bad tequila trickled into their mouth via a straw *shudders* The overall opinion was that it was a brilliant weekend. Of course, that opinion might change once they all sober up ;)
Generally, what happens on the football trip, stays on the football trip (sort of secret men's business), but I couldn’t shut hubby up for at least two hours *pulls hair out* There are just some things I never really wanted to know about certain players *sigh* I won’t go into details, because… well, I’d rather forget I ever heard such stories.
All the boys were given a little green, plastic toy soldier and they had to have this soldier on them at all times, because if they couldn’t produce it they had to skull a can of beer. Hubby resorted to carrying his between his teeth while he showered, just in case. The head trainer carried his in his jocks (funnily enough, he was only asked to produce it once). Even the local businesses of the town they were in got in on it and started refusing to serve them unless they could produce their soldier *g* Quite a few of the boys got caught out! They even did a soldier call in the carpark at the club before everyone went home.
Hubby eventually fell asleep after two hours of telling tales, but I made the horrible mistake of waking him up for dinner (silly, silly, woman!). He’s started telling the same tales again *plugs ears* Mind you, he is still struggling with his stomach a bit *sniggers* That’ll teach him for trying to keep up with the boys!
I went and had a look at a house we were interested in today. It was bitterly disappointing. Apart from the fact that I’m sure they photoshopped the pics they posted on the net to make the house appear bigger than it really is, the block is zoned special residential, which means it’s a huge block (2200 square metres), but only a third of the block may be developed and the remainder must stay as natural bush land. The area also has restrictions on fencing - it must be post and wire fencing to a maximum height of 1.5 metres, rather than solid 6 foot panels like we have. My dog would use the fences through the area as hurdles! He’d be off visiting everyone via the side fences on everyone’s property. For what it is, it’s about $200,000 overpriced. Back to the drawing board!
I have to get up early tomorrow, because Mitch has an early appointment to get his stitches out and the girls are coming home. Sister-in-law is bringing them down on the train, so they should be here around lunchtime.
Fic writing is still going well. I’m nudging 9,000 words now (it would have been more if hubby hadn’t insisted on having my attention today) and I’m still happy with the actual words I’m getting down :)
EDIT: I forgot to tell a funny hubby / son story! About halfway through hubby’s drunken tale telling I decided to unpack his bag and get a load of laundry on. I started digging through his bag and he’s telling me that not everything was worn, so there’s no need to wash it all. Well, I told him to come to the laundry and tell me what needs washing…
Hubby: I’ll do it *takes the bag and starts unpacking dirty clothes*
Me: Fine
Hubby: *tongue in cheek* You might a pair of ladies knickers in there.
Me: *shakes head at his foolishness*
Mitch (who’s sitting at the computer): Cross-dresser!
Me: *slides down the wall laughing*
Hubby: *looks in the direction of the computer, totally stunned*
Generally, what happens on the football trip, stays on the football trip (sort of secret men's business), but I couldn’t shut hubby up for at least two hours *pulls hair out* There are just some things I never really wanted to know about certain players *sigh* I won’t go into details, because… well, I’d rather forget I ever heard such stories.
All the boys were given a little green, plastic toy soldier and they had to have this soldier on them at all times, because if they couldn’t produce it they had to skull a can of beer. Hubby resorted to carrying his between his teeth while he showered, just in case. The head trainer carried his in his jocks (funnily enough, he was only asked to produce it once). Even the local businesses of the town they were in got in on it and started refusing to serve them unless they could produce their soldier *g* Quite a few of the boys got caught out! They even did a soldier call in the carpark at the club before everyone went home.
Hubby eventually fell asleep after two hours of telling tales, but I made the horrible mistake of waking him up for dinner (silly, silly, woman!). He’s started telling the same tales again *plugs ears* Mind you, he is still struggling with his stomach a bit *sniggers* That’ll teach him for trying to keep up with the boys!
I went and had a look at a house we were interested in today. It was bitterly disappointing. Apart from the fact that I’m sure they photoshopped the pics they posted on the net to make the house appear bigger than it really is, the block is zoned special residential, which means it’s a huge block (2200 square metres), but only a third of the block may be developed and the remainder must stay as natural bush land. The area also has restrictions on fencing - it must be post and wire fencing to a maximum height of 1.5 metres, rather than solid 6 foot panels like we have. My dog would use the fences through the area as hurdles! He’d be off visiting everyone via the side fences on everyone’s property. For what it is, it’s about $200,000 overpriced. Back to the drawing board!
I have to get up early tomorrow, because Mitch has an early appointment to get his stitches out and the girls are coming home. Sister-in-law is bringing them down on the train, so they should be here around lunchtime.
Fic writing is still going well. I’m nudging 9,000 words now (it would have been more if hubby hadn’t insisted on having my attention today) and I’m still happy with the actual words I’m getting down :)
EDIT: I forgot to tell a funny hubby / son story! About halfway through hubby’s drunken tale telling I decided to unpack his bag and get a load of laundry on. I started digging through his bag and he’s telling me that not everything was worn, so there’s no need to wash it all. Well, I told him to come to the laundry and tell me what needs washing…
Hubby: I’ll do it *takes the bag and starts unpacking dirty clothes*
Me: Fine
Hubby: *tongue in cheek* You might a pair of ladies knickers in there.
Me: *shakes head at his foolishness*
Mitch (who’s sitting at the computer): Cross-dresser!
Me: *slides down the wall laughing*
Hubby: *looks in the direction of the computer, totally stunned*